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stories of love, life, babies, survival and keepin it real.Mon, 16 Oct 2017 21:45:37 +0000enhourly1http://wordpress.com/https://s2.wp.com/i/buttonw-com.pngOur Teeny Beth Lifehttps://birdbeth.wordpress.com
An Easy Plastic Wrap Alternative!https://birdbeth.wordpress.com/2014/09/27/an-easy-plastic-wrap-alternative/
https://birdbeth.wordpress.com/2014/09/27/an-easy-plastic-wrap-alternative/#commentsSat, 27 Sep 2014 17:36:36 +0000http://birdbeth.wordpress.com/?p=729]]>Maybe it’s because I’m 31 or maybe it’s because I have a daughter who’s future I contemplate or maybe it’s because the idea of being “green” seems to be more present these days than I ever remember…but my family and I have been trying to be more aware of earthly matters. Mostly recycling and reusing. It’s amazing the information you can read about landfills, the lengthy decomposition and hazards to humans and animals because of our wasteful and lax way of eating, living and just being. Our earth is kind of precious. It won’t last forever, so while we and It is still here, I say we do what we can to try and give it a boost in the right direction. It’s not always easy or our first thought, but some pretty basic recycling and or alternatives can go a long way. Ya just gotta be willing to remind yourself every now and again. For example: A Plastic Wrap Alternative. We chucked our plastic wrap and made some reusable “sheets” that can easily be used for most non-wet items. Not recommended for things like raw meats, that can’t be easily washed off. I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve already used them and love them and how much plastic wrap I HAVE NOT thrown in the garbage! Plus they smell great and also make for great gifts! My mom was inspired and made some for herself and so nicely documented the process for me. Here’s how it works:

* Beeswax pastilles (pellets) – found at your local co-op. About 1/2 a pound was enough to make 6 sheets with some left over.

* Iron

* Old towel

* Parchment paper or tinfoil

Step one: Cut fabric into whatever size you think would be most useful.

Step two: On top of an old towel, lay a sheet of fabric flat on top of a piece of parchment paper or tinfoil. Make sure it’s slightly larger then the fabric piece.

Step three: Generously and evenly sprinkle beeswax pellets over the top of the fabric. This step might take some practice. You might not need as much as you think, initially, because it will spread when melted. Or you may need more than you think to cover the fabric completely.

Step four: Without disrupting the pellets, carefully place a sheet of parchment paper or tinfoil on top of the fabric.

Step five: Turn your iron on (I used the cotton setting) and carefully, from the middle to edges, press down to melt the pellets. I initially pressed down for a few seconds on every section before actually pushing the iron around in a normal type of ironing pattern You want to make sure you don’t push all of the beeswax off the edges of the fabric. I avoided this by going right up to the edge of the fabric, but not over the edge. This step will take some practice too.

Step six: Peel the top layer of parchment paper or tinfoil off the fabric and check for any uneven melting patterns or globs. You want to avoid thick patches of beeswax, but also don’t want dry areas, as the beeswax acts as the sealant for the fabric. Lay the sheet back down to re-iron or add more pellets if needed.

Step seven: Carefully peel the fabric off the bottom layer of parchment paper or tinfoil and allow a few minutes to dry and cure. You may want to set up a small drying station with clothes pins and a string. I just held mine in front of the air conditioner, carefully holding the corners.

Step eight: Loosely roll up your new and improved plastic wrap and store in a cool place. Pat yourself on the back. You just helped create less mess in our landfills.

Use, Cleanup and Revitalize:

To use these handy and beautiful pieces, just wrap a food item up like a little package. Use twine or rubber bands, if you wish. When placing around a bowl, make sure to hold the fabric in place for a few seconds while pressing it around the edges, to allow your body heat to slightly melt the wax into place. The beeswax creates a pliable yet sturdy piece of fabric, but is also known for it’s natural antibacterial qualities, allowing for a safe, reusable product.

Cleaning these sheets is as easy as using them! Using mild dish soap and cool water, gently scrub until clean. Using cool water will help avoid melting the beeswax. Carefully wipe dry or toss in drying rack.

After time, your plastic wrap alternative will look a little worn and cracked. This is just the beeswax separating and possibly crumbling off. To revive them, place them back in between two pieces of parchment paper or tinfoil, iron back to the smooth, wax covered state in which they began and if needed, add more beeswax pellets where lacking.

And there you have it. An easy way to use less plastic and support those hard working honey bees that kept stealing your watermelon this summer.

]]>https://birdbeth.wordpress.com/2014/09/27/an-easy-plastic-wrap-alternative/feed/1birdbethIMG_5913192345786You do You, Gurl.https://birdbeth.wordpress.com/2014/09/18/you-do-you-gurl/
https://birdbeth.wordpress.com/2014/09/18/you-do-you-gurl/#commentsThu, 18 Sep 2014 20:21:01 +0000http://birdbeth.wordpress.com/?p=726]]>We’ve successfully attended our first two sessions of ECFE class and neither of us could be happier! Clementine loves going to “coo” and has been surprisingly independent and comfortable walking away from me and playing with all the fun toys. It’s a class of about 6 kids and their moms and they all range between the ages of 12 and 24 months, so there’s a lot of parallel play going on. Most of the kids just walk by, bump into or casually take something out of another kid’s hands and without thinking, move along to the next shiny object or noise making contraption. It’s like, they’re socializing…but in a weird nonverbal way. It’s been nice for me, on the other hand, to share stories and get to know other people who aren’t drooling or pooping all over themselves all the time. I don’t really feel like our lives or life philosophies line up, which can make it hard to feel genuinely connected to someone, but the nice thing about kids, is that most people experience and struggle and enjoy many of the same things – no matter what type of life they lead. “Candice” might live in a 5 bedroom house on Lake Minnetonka with her family of 3 and enjoy frequenting the country club while sipping on her daily Starbucks Latte, but her kid is still not sleeping through the night, had gas at 2 am, got a weird rash and insists on covering himself in pasta sauce. Different lives. Same lives. I kind of love that about these groups. We are all so different, yet so similar. Today, a few of us were sharing how frustrating it can be to even talk about a one year old who still struggles with sleeping through the night. Like we should be ashamed or are crazy for not insisting they do. Our teacher reassured us that every family is different and every child is different. One book or sleep method might work for one kid, but not another and we should be OK with it, making changes and establishing routines, guidelines and goals that best fit our family. Raising kids is tough and, yes, there are a lot of really great ideas out there to strive for and try, but if something doesn’t work, or feel right, then try something else. As mothers, we get so caught up in what the rest of the world, our friends, our family and the neighbor down the block is doing, that we forget our child is unique. A unique child fights a unique battle and requires unique armor with a unique set of ideas. If we all lived in a cave and had nothing to compare to, we would never second guess ourselves, get jealous of what other families have accomplished or envy the amount of sleep other parents/child are getting. Today, ECFE reminded me that it is more important to value the successes, celebrate the accomplishments and bask in the little heart melting moments that our children bring than it is to beat yourself up after you realize you or your child might be ahead of or behind someone else. We all come from different places and value different things, but we also share a lot of the same experiences while raising a family. Different lives. Same lives. Embrace you and your child’s unique way of doing things. Quit comparing. You’ll be happier and maybe allow yourself to actually enjoy all the wonderful things you’ve forgotten while you were comparing.

“Comparison is the thief of joy.” – Theodore Roosevelt

]]>https://birdbeth.wordpress.com/2014/09/18/you-do-you-gurl/feed/2birdbethIMG_6040Vegetable lasagna.https://birdbeth.wordpress.com/2014/08/16/vegetable-lasagna/
https://birdbeth.wordpress.com/2014/08/16/vegetable-lasagna/#commentsSun, 17 Aug 2014 00:07:01 +0000http://birdbeth.wordpress.com/?p=715]]>This is one of Matthews favorite meals that I make and it’s super simple. The recipe is actually from the Americas Test Kitchen cookbook (which is my fav). I tweaked it a bit.

Such a delightful summery dish for a your garden or market goodies.

]]>https://birdbeth.wordpress.com/2014/08/16/vegetable-lasagna/feed/1birdbethIMG_5861-0.JPGIMG_5862-0.JPGIMG_5863-0.JPGIMG_5864-0.JPGIMG_5865-0.JPGCarpe Diem.https://birdbeth.wordpress.com/2014/08/14/carpe-diem/
https://birdbeth.wordpress.com/2014/08/14/carpe-diem/#commentsThu, 14 Aug 2014 15:15:37 +0000http://birdbeth.wordpress.com/?p=701]]>Sometimes, I sit and watch our daughter play, laugh, cry, dance or sleep and really can’t believe she’s real. I mean, she’s like the cutest thing I could even imagine and so fun and funny and thoughtful…like in a “is mom watching cuz I’m gonna make a bee line for that cup of coffee and then dig in the garbage 30 million times” kind of way. Tiring, but cute. I love that she is curious and full of energy and constantly reminding me that life is short, so “get up and come follow me…”

I hate when I get frustrated, tired, cranky and short tempered with her. I desire a continuous flow of thankfulness, joy, and adventure. After one miscarriage and a complicated pregnancy, I wasn’t even sure that having a baby was in the cards for me. I know what it feels like to loose something so deeply connected to your being. I know what it feels like to worry and cry and live in fear during an entire pregnancy. But then Clementine was born as perfect as can be and I was so very lucky to be able to carry and give life to a teeny human. The human that is my best friend. I want to have Christ like patience and love for this little being, that I so deeply desired. There’s no room for selfishness.

I saw this quote on a blog that I follow and it is a truly great reminder. Life moves quicker than we can expect. Our children grow and change faster than we realize. It’s hard to grasp the reality of this truth. Are you taking it all in? Creating lasting memories? Setting aside your tired, cranky and short tempered soul for your babe? Before we know it, they will grow and succumb to the tired, frustrated, cranky and short tempered world they have entered. Cease the moment. Before it’s gone.

“While they are at your side, love these little ones to the utmost. Forget yourself; serve them; care for them; lavish all your tenderness upon them. Value your good fortune while it is with you and let nothing of their babyhood go unprized. Not for long will you keep the happiness that now lies in your reach. You will not always walk in the sunshine with a little soft hand nestling in each of yours, nor hear little feet pattering beside you and eager baby voices questioning and pattering of a thousand things with ceaseless excitement. Not always will you see that trusting face upturned to yours, feel those little arms about your neck and those tender lips pressed upon your cheek nor will you have that tiny form to kneel beside you, and murmur baby prayers into your ear. Love them and win their love and shower on them all the treasures of your heart. Fill up their days with happiness and share with them their mirth and innocent delights. Ere you are aware it will be gone with all its gifts forever.”

‘Abdu’l-Bahá, Star Of The West.

]]>https://birdbeth.wordpress.com/2014/08/14/carpe-diem/feed/1birdbethIMG_5732.JPGSummer Picnics.https://birdbeth.wordpress.com/2014/07/02/summer-picnics/
https://birdbeth.wordpress.com/2014/07/02/summer-picnics/#respondThu, 03 Jul 2014 04:38:56 +0000http://birdbeth.wordpress.com/?p=679]]>When it’s not a scorcher or so humid that my hair turns into a monster with frizz and fangs as soon as I step foot outside, my teeny family and I love to visit local parks and eat dinner on a blanket. Matthew has usually been working all day and desires some quality time with his girls, Clementine loves to explore and Daisy usually needs some fresh air. We all love it. It’s a great way to end the day, catch up with my love, and watch our baby lion prowl around and discover how beautiful and interesting the world can be. Clementine really is the best. Like seriously. She is such a happy and curious girl and is so smart. Her comprehension of the world around her is at times, overwhelming. I am so proud of my little family and can’t wait for hundreds more picnics on blankets.

]]>https://birdbeth.wordpress.com/2014/07/02/summer-picnics/feed/0birdbethIMG_5314IMG_5313IMG_5315IMG_5317IMG_5320IMG_5321IMG_5322IMG_5323IMG_5332IMG_5324IMG_5329IMG_5328IMG_5330IMG_5331That time we got rid of all our stuff…that i don’t miss.https://birdbeth.wordpress.com/2014/06/27/that-time-we-got-rid-of-all-our-stuff-that-i-dont-miss/
https://birdbeth.wordpress.com/2014/06/27/that-time-we-got-rid-of-all-our-stuff-that-i-dont-miss/#respondFri, 27 Jun 2014 21:27:32 +0000http://birdbeth.wordpress.com/?p=607]]>I get hit hard with thoughts of purging, organizing, donating, rearranging and tossing things from my second story window on the regular. I look around at my teeny little apartment and see very few items, most of which on are the floor or inside my shoe…thanks Clementine. But even so, I get this intense urge to pack most of it up in my car and haul it away…to someone else who could use it or to an outdoor garbage can. I’m talking things like, extra couch pillow that are always in my way, hats hanging on the hooks that only get worn when there’s a full moon, knicky-knack crap that collects dust (unless i really LUUUVE it), pictures on the wall that don’t reeeeally speak to me, shoes that I bought thinking would be cute with some random outfit that i only wear when there’s a full moon, jewelry I can’t seem to find a time or place to show off, all that crap in those drawers that I open and am like, “ohh ma wuurd, i didn’t even remember this was in HERE!!” (trust me, i wouldn’t miss it), extra purses or bags I KNOW I’ll use one day, and especially clothes. Ahhh, those clothes. I’m not really sure why we as culture have such an obsession with clothing, buying lots of clothing and collecting it in our closets like baseball cards that might be worth something someday. ugh. I’m over it. When my teeny little family and I moved out of our house a year ago, we purged like crazy. Kinda because we had to, but also because it was just mentally necessary. It felt so liberating. We literally sold all of our furniture, donated bags and bags of things we just couldn’t find a reason to keep, threw lots of junk away, and downsized our closet of clothes from a large walk-in closet amount to a small narrow closet amount. Combined. I’m talkin, we both got rid of over half of our clothes so we could share one of those small closets that most people store coats and a vacuum cleaner in. And today, I still go through it when I’m getting dressed and I’m like, “what the junk?! I still got lots of stuff in here that I don’t really even think is all that boss.” This whole minimal idea goes for Clementine’s toy supply as well. We don’t have an extra room to throw all of her entertainment in. It sits in our living room, where she exists most of her days…if we’re not out being totally awesome and doing totally awesome things. She’s got one small basket of toys and one small basket of books. And even this is too much. She’s not at the age where digging down into the bottom of a mass of toys and dolls is even on her radar. If there happens to be a shoe on top of the pile because that’s where daddy thinks shoes go, then she’ll walk around with that and play with that. For like, an absurd amount of time. SEE. She doesn’t even care if that basket is full. And frankly, it kind of drives me bananas to have it overflowing with stuff. Even her book basket is out of control. She picks up the same few books every day and wouldn’t even know the difference if every other one were put away for later enjoyment. I’d probably keep the books and just rotate them out instead of getting rid of them, because books are her “toy” of choice.

I want to look around in the space I spend so much time in and feel like I’m at Anthropolgie. I mean, they have a lot of crap too, but you know what i mean. I want to LOVE everything i see, i want everything i see to have PURPOSE, and then, will I feel rich with the thoughtful and intentional existence of good things sharing my intimate space. Decluttered things. Things that make me smile. Not things I give the stink eye to while I’m scanning the room because I’m wondering why I kept it for 12 years. I want to breathe in minimalism and know that when I go to get dressed in the morning, I won’t file unimpressed through everything in my closet until i get to that one tank top that I wear every day anyways.

We really only need a few great items that makes us smile, make us value simplicity…a couple pairs of clean underwear…and that candle from Anthropologie that makes us think we’re at Anthropologie.

]]>https://birdbeth.wordpress.com/2014/06/27/that-time-we-got-rid-of-all-our-stuff-that-i-dont-miss/feed/0birdbethImageIt’s been a while…https://birdbeth.wordpress.com/2014/06/20/its-been-a-while/
https://birdbeth.wordpress.com/2014/06/20/its-been-a-while/#respondFri, 20 Jun 2014 20:37:44 +0000http://birdbeth.wordpress.com/?p=572]]>So, I clearly have not been interested in keeping up with this blog in the last two years. Partly, for good reason. Let’s just say, I was a tad bit distracted. About two years ago, my husband and I found out we were having a baby! Exciting news, huh!? Well, my pregnancy ended up being like one of those horror movies you watch on the big screen and you’re too close and the camera work is making you want to throw up all of your buttery popcorn and diet coke. Kinda like that, but 100 times worse, cuz that feeling for me lasted about….7 months. I wanted to die. Scratch that. I felt like i was dying. I was like, “What the cuss is going on in there? Is this some kind of sick joke?” It was hard sometimes to not be angry at my cute little pumpkin that was cookin away inside, because I felt like i never got break. And i don’t deal with being sick so well. My pain tolerance is like, off the charts low and will throw up on you if I’m watching YOU spin around on a tire swing. Just thinking about it makes me want to barf. Anyways, I had a rough pregnancy, with both being terribly sick and also dealing with some pretty heavy medical issues. Blogging was not part of my existence. Survival, on the other hand was. Fast-forward to nine months later. I have gladly taken on the most fulfilling and exciting challenge yet. Motherhood. I wish I would have been more disciplined and focused to keep a blog going for my daughter’s first year of life, but alas, I am horrible at multitasking. Every ounce of me was focused on this crazy experience I wadded my way through. Clementine is now a perky yet cautious one year old and I finally feel like I can commit some time to recording our lives, adventures, trials and life explorations together…as long as nap time isn’t a complete fail.

]]>https://birdbeth.wordpress.com/2014/06/20/its-been-a-while/feed/0birdbethImageFancy Fall Fashionshttps://birdbeth.wordpress.com/2012/10/03/fancy-fall-fashions/
https://birdbeth.wordpress.com/2012/10/03/fancy-fall-fashions/#commentsWed, 03 Oct 2012 23:39:52 +0000http://birdbeth.wordpress.com/?p=554]]>Happy fall ya’ll. Doesn’t this weather make you want to shop? and eat apples? and have bonfires and play in the leaves and shop? weeell…I’ve been drooling over a few things lately that I think would just look dashing in my closet but even better on me. Wanna see? k

So, I drooled so much and so long over these boots on Amazon that it only took me a year to purchase them. I saved up a bunch of gift cards and applied for their credit card ( i clipped it as soon i got it) so I could get the free $30 gift card. GENIUS huh?! I paid not one penny for these pretty little things. Black boots. Errbodys gotta get them a pair for fall/winter. They iz so cute and I absolutely love them. Steve Madden is the mastermind behind these gems.

and check out how hot these gals look wearing them.

Dress these little black boots up with leggings, jeans, dresses or socks! They’re all cute and stuff and they are like so in right now. omg.

Another little fancy accessory for fall is this lovely scarf that I found at Anthropologie on uber sale. I love it. I love all the little fringes and because it’s black, it can pretty much be rocked with most things. Although, I don’t usually care much about matching, so whatev. haterz gonna hate.

Do you have an adorable, fuzzy faced man that would look cute in this sweater? It’s a freakin dinosaur ya’ll. I mean come on. I’m not sure where this sexy beast (the sweater, not the man) came from, but Imma find it fer ma man. What man doesn’t need a dinosaur sweater for the fall? Dinos RULE!

Anthrpologie has been tickling my fancy a lot lately. It doesn’t help that emails get sent to me almost everyday with all their cute crap. Oh, and if you want a cute Anthro dress, now’s the time to buy cuz all their Sale dresses are under $100 dollaz. Not that it’s cheap, but they’ve lowered all the prices to be under 100 which makes me think all the other dresses probably got discounted too. I’m just hopin. I haven’t looked yet. Anywayz, these cute collar necklaces have been the rage lately and this one is almost perfectly adorable. How cute to fancy up any shirt or dress with a beautiful collar? A fall must have? YUP.

This next outfit is just crazy beautiful. I lalalalalaLOVE that it doesn’t match and looks amazing at the same time. Look at those prints. They were made for each other. I don’t currently own any fancy pants like these, but would totally rock these with a patterned blouse any day this fall. High-waisted pants boooyeee!

That necklace is pretty dope too.

Finally, this fall just will not be complete without a Daisy. She’s high fashion and on everyone’s must have list. Perfect for fitting into your cute clutch or even walking with you down the avenue causing mass cute chaos. She will provide never ending hours of cuddles and snuggles and just when you thought you had all your fancy fashions ideas for the fall, she’ll come prancing out of the next room with her clicking heels and remind you how awesome and versatile black really is. Dang, she’s amazing.

What are your fancy fall fashion must haves?

Ciao haterrrrs.

]]>https://birdbeth.wordpress.com/2012/10/03/fancy-fall-fashions/feed/1IMG_2661birdbeth813703683_260jenner-walk-03celeb+boots88383211407370425_EUDTUKqP_fscarfIMG_2659IMG_2660IMG_2675To Be, or Not to Be. That is the Conundrum.https://birdbeth.wordpress.com/2012/09/24/to-be-or-not-to-be-that-is-the-conundrum/
https://birdbeth.wordpress.com/2012/09/24/to-be-or-not-to-be-that-is-the-conundrum/#commentsTue, 25 Sep 2012 02:41:26 +0000http://birdbeth.wordpress.com/?p=511]]>jeez. i know. it’s been a while. like long enough for you to say to yourself, “Did Brita stop blogging?” “Is Brita like cray cray busy?” Probably not though really, right? I have a feeling there weren’t any protests in my honor. But, I mean, feel free.

Ya know that last post about getting back to reality? Yeah, well, reality sucks. Like literally sucks my time away. Like a rotten egg vacuum. And my reality isn’t even that busy, it’s just during the peak hours of the day. These last few weeks I have realized something about myself. The reason I was better at posting blogs in the summer was because my brain, body and fingers only seem to work well during the day…or late, late evening when I would look at the clock and see 1pm but wouldn’t care because all I had to do in the morning was take my freaky fine husband to work and then come home to sip coffee and plan my day. Then things dramatically changed. When my, I’ll call them “functional” hours, are used up at work, I can’t seem to muster up any desire to do much afterwards. Well, can’t is a strong word I guess. Don’t want to is more fitting. I have the same problem during evening hours with cleaning, homework or anything that doesn’t involve sitting on the couch with ma boo. I was thinking about how I have not been very intentional about blogging, reading other blogs, trying new recipes and yes, even exercising…all things I excelled at in the summer. But then the word intentional blew up and shattered into pieces while a couple new words entered the scene. Do or do not. I can’t keep saying that my intentions were to get up early and work out before my day starts or I intended to write a blog or my intentions to stop at the store on the way home to get the things I’d need for a new recipe weren’t met. Intentions? More like you either do or do not.

So I don’t want these things that I desire to be intentions. I want them to be reality. I want to be successful at accomplishing them knowing that I met a goal and will probably get a frozen yogurt treat for a prize. My resolutions are starting early this year. Do you suck at being productive after 4pm?

In other news, matthew got a birthday tattoo

I got a new dress at Urban Outfitters

Liz and Steve hung out with me

i gots a new rad necklace

and cuddling is fun.

Alsoooo, the season premier of New Girl is on tomorrow night. Not like you forgot er anything…Pretty important stuff!

]]>https://birdbeth.wordpress.com/2012/09/24/to-be-or-not-to-be-that-is-the-conundrum/feed/1IMG_2622birdbethImageImageImageImageImage***Back to Life…Back to Reality***https://birdbeth.wordpress.com/2012/09/06/back-to-life-back-to-reality/
https://birdbeth.wordpress.com/2012/09/06/back-to-life-back-to-reality/#commentsFri, 07 Sep 2012 01:47:21 +0000http://birdbeth.wordpress.com/?p=502]]>Don’t even think about reading the title to this post without singing it.

Summer has come and gone. Labor day has come and gone. A new school year has come and… ewe. I don’t get to finish that sentence. Back to the ol’ grind, as they say.

Working at a high school has it’s perks though: early release from the work day, lots of vacation, funny/ridiculous/unbelievable kids and of course, summer break. Which I’m still mourning.

Yesterday was the first day back to the vonderful new school year and my ma picked me up at the end of the day. And why wouldn’t she, your asking yourself? Well, I’m only 29 years old, so….it makes sense. My darling loverboy has the car fer werk, so I enlisted Barb to chauffeur me around town and bring me after school snacks. I must say, she does a fine job. I will be writing a heck of a recommendation letter for her. She just got a new Tron Light Cycle, so when we pull away from the school, all the haters beeeee hatin!!

So, as I tend to do at the last minute, I suggest we stop at Target on the way home so I can pick up a few school supplies. Why would she need school supplies, your asking yourself again? Well, I am only 29 years old, so…it makes sense. Notebook, pens, clipboard (what?) check. I shoulda got a whistle too.

Arriving at home was the probably the best feeling I had all day. My feet were pretty sore from the new shoes I was wearing (not my sky high wabblers), I was hungry and had a head ache, and my poor Daisy was wondering where I was all day so we could read our favorite magazine together. “How come mom woke up abnormally early and did her workout while it was still dark?”

Yes, my friends, I pulled it off. Two days in a row I might add! It’s brutal, but necessary. When I get home from work, all I wanna do is not work out. or do the dishes. Sorry babe. It was fer sure hard to be gone all day being used to my previous schedule. I am very lucky though, that I get to be home around 3 and still have a few hours before the rest of the world drags their feet from under their desks and runs down the street to catch their buses. I just already miss my routine of waking up, gettin Daisy pooped and peed and fed, workin out, watchin Live with Kelly, eatin breakfast (at a leisurely pace) and then doin whatever else might present itself during the day. I know. I’m so spoiled, right. If only the world were free…

There just aren’t enough hours in the day. Especially when you are at work from 7:30 t0 3…or later. What is there even time for after that? Dinner, a shower and possibly bedtime stories, if you’ve been good? C’mon sun. Can’t you stay out longer? I’ve been slacking on dinners already, cleaning and keeping up with the dishes. I’ve never been one to utilize my time very well in the evening. Once dinner time hits, you can pretty much count on me to do a whole lot of nothing. It’s a hard knock life.

Some of you may be thinking that I’m lazy or spoiled because i don’t wanna spend my day at work or do anything productive after dinner or complain when adult summer break is over…. Yeah. It’s prolly true. What’s a girl gotta do around here to have everything handed to her, huh?? Seriously. I mean, I can be pretty convincing. I kid. I kid. Baaaaaaack to liiiiiiiife! Baaaaaaaack to Reaaaaaaality!!